I Don't Care(Pokemon fic)

Chapter 1

      "Mom... Mom, where are you." It's hot and the air is heavy with smoke. A cough causes my head to turn and see my mom laying on the ground. Her legs were trapped under a large bookcase along with other debris.  "Mom, where's dad. He'll help you. Don't worry we'll get you out..."silent tears were streaming down my face.

    "Honey. Shhh it's okay. But you have to go, you can't stay hear. I love you and so does daddy. No matter what you can't stop. They don't know about you so you'll be * cough cough*...okay."she rasped calmly with a look of acceptance like she already knew what was going to happen.

  " No. no. no.no.no! Please stay awake." I screamed while pulling on her with all my might. Which is not much considering that I'm only 6 years old.

     "Go to the forest. You have always had a special connection with Pokemon. You will be safe with them. Remember I love you. Now go."

    At this point I was having an internal dilemma on what I should do but the sound of creaking disturbed my thinking. The house above us was deteriorating fast from the burning flames causing the house to become unstable.

       Before anything could be done I was shoved out of the way of a falling beam, blocking me from getting back to my mom. Giving me no other choice on the matter.

    Even though fear was running my emotions. I still had to remain calm and thoughtful. I remembered an open window in my room. Running through the hallway to my room. I head to my window, wiggling it open. Then with a final boost my legs are hoisted through the window to the other side. Falling down in to a bush, I hear voices coming from the front of the house.

      "You sure that there both dead."
"Definitely, no one could survive that fire and we didn't see anyone try to escape. They won't bother us anymore."

The conversation of the mysterious voices had me fearful for mom and dad's life. Were they going to be all right. But I had a feeling I already knew the answer. The silent flood gates of my eyes reopened with tears.

Scrambling to get away from the suspicious people I ran. Fumbling through the forest until my little legs could no longer hold themselves up.

        I took inventory of myself. I was still in my Yellow frilly nightgown, but now it was covered in several rips and it had mud smeared all over it from the forest floor. There was a gash along my forearm from the falling beam mom saved me  from. I just noticed it after I ran out of adrenaline. Tumbling to the ground, I let the emotions of the night run through me.
      At first all I did was grieve for my parents death and the end of my old life, knowing nothing will ever be the same again. But at one point the sadness turned into raging fiery. At the ones who caused this damage to my heart, but also at myself. The one who looked my mother in the eye and yet was still unable to do anything to help her. At myself for crying instead of fighting back. For being to weak to make a difference. Tears and emotions are a sign of weakness. Weakness is not what would have saved my mother.

With this new found determination to change I heard a rustle in the bushes surrounding me.

       "Come out". My voice
wobbled, still not certain of my strength but still determined to show no emotions, such as fear.  Slowly tiptoeing to the bush from which the sound came from.
      Pushing aside the shrubbery there was a small yellow Pokemon with a lightning bolt tail and red rounded cheeks. It looked to young to be alone.

           I have always loved Pokemon and have always had a special connection with them
that allows me to know there thoughts and emotions. Not feeling threatened or the need to hide my emotions but instead feel empathy towards the creature. I bend to pick him up. In fear it gets ready to shock me with its tail. Knowing what was going to happen I braced myself but don't stop reaching towards him. Even though this doesn't sound like something a 6 year old would say but, I know a lasting and meaningful relationship starts with pain.

Hugging the Pokemon close I feel a shocking pain. Ignoring it, I then feel the Pokemon's fear and loneliness. I whisper reassuring words into its long pointed ears. After some time the Pokemon relaxes and cuddles closer.

"You alone to"

"Pika-pi" the Pokemon answered back sadly to the question. " well we're in the same boat. Do you want to be my new family. To grow stronger together to be able to protect the things that are important to you. That's my goal. Would you like to accomplish it with me." The Pokemon perked up and squeaked to respond.

"Well what's your name. My names Ashlyn but from now on I'm going to change it to Ash and also change my hair. I need a fresh start." I add while pointing to my midnight black hair that goes all the way down to my lower back. "Pikachu!"the Pokemon now known as pikachu replied. From then onwards we were inseparable.

Third Pov.

Over the years Ash had gained a makeshift family. Everyone in the forest was important to her. Ash also learned many things from living in the forest with the animal-like creatures. Growing to learn how to climb, fight and had also grown an acquired taste for Pokemon berries(especially the sweet ones).

After 10 years Ash could easily communicate with all types of Pokemon and keep up with them in terms of speed and strength. She learned to cut off her emotions and show no mercy when needed. Ash and her best friend grew independent together.

Deciding that she had reached her highest potential. She loved them all but knew if she wanted to get stronger she would have to move on. Taking the clothes a sweet little weedle made for the girl out of its own string as a good bye present. It was a pair of baggy jeans, a black shirt, as well as a blue sweatshirt. Binding up her chest( she found they gets in her way when fighting), and grabbing her favorite red hat to put over her short hair.

Ash's Pokemon friends packed her a bag full of berries and random human stuff they found on the forest floor hoping they would help her on her journey( antidotes, full restore and poke balls). Ash looked curiously at the pokeball with a look of recognition. Looking up at her best friend who was perched upon the girls head.

" would you like to be my partner in crime on my amazing Pokemon journey. "

"Pikachu!"

*wiggle wiggle...wiggle wiggle....ding!!!
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Sooooo... Was it ok. Was it the right length. ;p